| Take my hand precious Lord
Cars are passing by, shiny cars in the light of the moon There are voices happy in the night, like the laughter of hyena, white and red sticks, and the last leaf falling, and the green of flies leaving. |
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| Take my hand precious Lord
Cars are passing by, shiny cars in the light of the moon There are voices happy in the night, like the laughter of hyena, white and red sticks, and the last leaf falling, and the green of flies leaving. |
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